Let your beauty unfold
Pale white like the skin
Stretched over your bones
Spring keeps you ever close
You are second hand smoke
You are so fragile and thin
Standing trial for your sins
Holding onto yourself the best you can
You are the smell before the rain
You are the blood in my veins
I'm glad that you can forgive
I'm only hope that as time goes
You can forget"
-Jesse Lacey
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